Transfăgărăşan, 2010

"the best road in the world"
"cel mai bun drum din lume"   Top Gear test

Initially, I tested the A1 motorway without speeding, which was boring.
I climbed from Curtea de Arges, along a pleasant road, with nice, warm weather, to Vidraru dam.
Initial am testat autostrada A1 cu viteza legala, plictisitoare.  
Am urcat dinspre Curtea de Arges, pe un drum placut, cu o vreme frumoasa si calda , pana la Barajul Vidraru.

From the dam, another road, with very many bends, started towards the rear end of the lake, a road with many potholes, which caused unspeakable discomfort, for my motorcycle has a stiff suspension system.  

De la baraj a inceput un alt drum, cu foarte multe curbe, spre coada lacului, plictisitor si cu multe gropi, care creeau un disconfort exagerat de mare, motocicleta avand suspensii rigide.

At long last, I began to glimpse the mountain ridges and, slowly, I began climbing towards the most spectacular area: the TRANSFAGARASAN road.

Intr-un sfarsit am inceput sa vad crestele muntilor si incet, incet sa urc spre zona cea mai spectaculoasa: TRANSFAGARASAN-ul .

The asphalt on the Transfagarasan was exceptional, with no potholes, very many hairpin bends and views that take your breath away. On that night of September 2 fell the first snow of 2010. On the mountain tops there was snow and it was starting to get colder and colder. I was very inspired in Ramnicu Valcea, where I put on proper clothes. The Transfagarasan owes its beauty to the fact that the hairpin turns are very steep and tight at the same time, and the precipices 30-40 meters deep. The tilt of the motorbike in the turns amplifies the adrenalin 10 times ;)))))) It is the coolest sensation that I have ever experienced!

Asfaltul pe Transfagarasan a fost exceptional, fara gropi, cu foarte multe curbe si peisaje care iti taie respiratia. In acea noapte de 2 sept. a fost prima zapada din anul 2010. Pe crestele muntilor era zapada si incepea sa devina tot mai frig. Am fost foarte inspirat in Ramnicu Valcea, intr-o statie de benzina sa ma imbrac corespunzator . Frumusetea Transfagarasan-ului este data faptul ca serpentinele sunt foarte abrupte, curbele stranse si prapastii de peste 30-40 metrii. Gradul de inclinatie al motocicletei in curbe amplifica doza de adrenalina de 10 ori ;)))))) . Este cea mai tare senzatie pe care am trait-o !

I went into the tunnel at Balea with great care, in nice weather. After I anxiously rode along the 900 meters of the tunnel, I was in for a shock at the other end of the tunnel: fog + snow. It was so cold that my visor fogged up instantly, and when I lifted the visor I saw the hawkers behind their roadside stalls, wearing winter clothing, hoods, gloves, etc.

Am intrat cu mare grija in tunelul de la Balea, la intrare vremea fiind frumoasa. Dupa ce am parcurs cei 900 de metrii ai tunelului, cu emotii, am avut un soc la iesirea din tunel : ceata + zapada. Era asa de frig ca mi s-a aburit instant viziera de la casca, iar dupa ce am deschis viziera am vazut vanzatorii ambulanti de la gheretele de pe marginea drumului imbracati cu haine de iarna, gluga, manusi.... etc.

I knew that this tunnel was famous for the fact that the weather was never the same at both ends, but I never thought the difference could be that big.

Stiam ca specificul tunelului este faptul ca niciodata vremea nu este aceeasi la intrare si la iesire, dar nu am crezut ca poate fi asa diferenta de mare.

Sadly, I could not spend more hours in the area and walk down to the lake, because dusk came very quickly and the road ahead to Cluj was long.
Cu regret, nu am putut sa stau mai multe ore in zona, sa cobor pana la lac, deoarece s-a inserat foarte repede si drumul pana la Cluj urma sa fie lung.

I started my descent, in awe of the scenery, and promising myself that I would return (on a motorcycle or bicycle, of course).
Am inceput coborarea, uluit de peisaj si cu promisiunea ca o sa revin (bineanteles pe motor sau pe bicicleta)

Moldova tour, 2010

Following a traffic blunder that I made in April 2010 (I drove at 103 km/h in an urban area), as a result of which my license was suspended for 3 months, I decided, just before the expiry of the proof that my license had been retained, to embark on a tour: Bicaz Gorge, Piatra Neamt, Voronet, Tihuta, Teaca /Bistrita, Cluj.

Dupa o gafa in trafic in Aprilie 2010 (103 km/h prin localitate), gafa in urma careia am ramas fara permis 3 luni, am decis chiar inainte de expirarea dovezii de retinere a permisului sa fac o tura : cheile Bicazului, Piatra Neamt, Voronet, Tihuta, Teaca /Bistrita, Cluj

I set out, confident that I would not blunder again, the only risk involved being that the suspension period for my license could be extended.

Am plecat increzator la drum ca nu o sa mai fac nici o gafa, riscul fiind sa mi se prelungeasca perioada de suspendare a permisului.

My first stop was at Gheorgheni, where I tanked up and had something to eat, trying to be as ready as possible for the beautiful route that lay ahead: Bicaz Gorge.

Prima oprire am facut-o la Gheorgheni, unde am alimentat si am mancat ceva, incercand sa fiu cat mai pregatit pentru traseul frumos ce urma: Cheile Bicazului

I had a stopover at Bicaz Gorge, admired the scenery, and bought some souvenirs for my daughter Sara.
Am facut un popas in cheile Bicazului, am admirat privelistea si am cumparat ceva suvenir-uri pentru Sara, fetita mea.

I slept in Piatra Neamt at my in-laws, where I introduced my nephew Matei to motorcycling ;))))
Am dormit in Piatra Neamt la socri, unde l-am initiat pe nepotul Matei in motociclism ;))))

The next morning I left for Campulung Moldovenesc, on a beautifully asphalted route.
Dimineata am plecat spre Campulung Moldovenesc, pe un traseu cu asfalt exceptional.

I visited Voronet monastery.
Am vizitat manastirea Voronet.

I continued my journey towards Bistrita, delighted with the freshly repaired road, resembling a circuit.
Tihuta Pass was spectacular, but the weather was very cold. Snow still lingered on the mountain peaks. 
A torrential rain hounded me along the entire length of the way, but eventually I managed to shake it off, and had a stopover at Dracula’s, where, to be honest, I was so tired that I dozed off for about an hour on a bench in front of the hotel.

Mi-am continuat drumul spre Bistrita, fiind incantat de drumul proaspat renovat ca un circuit.
Pasul Tihuta a fost spectaculos, dar vremea foarte rece. Inca mai era zapada pe varfurile muntilor.
Tot drumul m-a urmarit o ploaie torentiala, dar pana la urma am scapat de ea si am facut un popas la Dracula, unde sincer nu am mai putut de oboseala si am dormit circa o ora pe o banca, in fata hotelului.

After I had some rest, I called my parents (in Teaca, Bistrita) and told them that I’d stop by (60 km), and asked them to prepare a good meal (as they say: the food cooked by one’s mother always tastes best, and this is especially true if you’ve grown terribly tired).

Dupa ce m-am odihnit putin, i-am sunat pe parinti (la Teaca/ Bistrita) si le-am spus ca trec pe acasa (60 km), sa pregateasca ceva bun de mancare (vorba aia: ca la mama acasa nu-i nicaieri ..., mai ales dupa o oboseala maxima acumulata)

In the evening, at long last, I arrived in Cluj, tired, but with a smile on my face, satisfied that I had arrived home safely, that nothing had happened to my bike, and, most importantly, that the trip had been blunder-free ;)))

Seara, intr-un tarziu am ajuns la Cluj, obosit , dar cu gura pana la urechi, plin de satisfactia ca am ajuns cu bine acasa fara sa se intample nimic la motocicleta si cel mai impotant, fara nici o gafa in trafic ;)))


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